Yun Hao noticed that Lu Jianjun was really getting on in years. He had been married for several years, and his son was about to turn one, but he showed no reaction.
"No rush, no rush."
Yun Hao understood clearly; there was probably someone in Lu Jianjun's heart. This was how Yun Hao had responded when his political commissar and commander suggested that he should get married quickly.
At that time, the shadow of his wife was already in his heart.
"Commander, your nephew is about to turn one year old, isn't he?"
Time flies so quickly, Little Huzi is about to turn one.
"Alright, let's all go about our own business." Just taking up his post, there was so much to do.
Kyoto military district compound.
A noblewoman was adjusting the uniform for a man in his fifties, whose face bore the marks of time.
"Xiaojun is in Kyoto. When will you bring him home for a meal?"
